Does It Really Come Back Around?

When you lose in love, you feel like all is lost. You can hear every sound, every motion made by the smallest of objects floating along the breeze. The breeze is cooler, the leaves rustle louder on the tree in the gentle wind, and sun is just a bit stronger in your eyes. You look at the world as if it just became so large that it will swallow you whole just by stepping outside the door. Love and relationships have this enormous way of consuming every inch of your soul, taking all of your senses and manipulating them to see what it wants you to see. When that is gone, or if it was not real or hidden, the pain that was there all along is palpable and so compressing it feels as if your being crushed at all angles. As we emerge from this state of repression and smallness, we really must ask this question: Does it really come back around? We all become re-involved in relationships and life, but do we really reclaim the trust, that sense of calmness with the person in which we have found? Our hearts are so eager to feel that excitement, that passion; can we really be sure that we are so trusting of that other person or do we immediately implant our preconceived notions of failure onto that person because we have subconsciously failed to let go of the past? Do some of us avoid relationships just because we are afraid of love and afraid of being hurt so that we just cannot let ourselves feel that intimacy again? That we feel that we cannot let go of the past so that we just isolate ourselves to a life of unfeeling and loneliness rather than feel that joy even if it is for just a moment? Maybe the question of it coming back around will never be answered? Maybe we just can never know why we are why we are. This also could just be the ramblings of a hopeless romantic still looking at the stars with all her might knowing that someday that somewhere it will come back. It has to, right?